Copy of From Foes to Minions
crack, crack. he almost fell to his knees as his wings suddenly disconnected from their anchors, no longer linked, no longer able to flap. thenyr had suffered something similar, the molting bird screaming at the top of his lungs. "nnngh..."
Arein: Playing Around
"come on man, you don't just crack a damn..." he looked around for a second checking to see if anyone herd his swear word. "you don't just crack a tree trunk with your head and get back up like it was nothing."
Skylands: the Scorpion Spear, Part One - “Saeldrin”, Chapter Nine: Barriers And Beyond
Another crack of thunder overwhelmed by cyan's voice. another pitch and yaw into a momentary patch of fractionally calmer wind. marek dragged himself to his feet.
Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 11 - Precious and Fragile Things
Then he saw him, a little red dragon with wet red scales wading through the crack, his eyes widening when he saw spyro. "oh, thank the ancestors, you're okay! i was so worried!" flame rushed up to the crack, and the two dragons reached for each other.
Power and Pride
. \*\*\*\*\*\* somewhere in this star-burning night, a crack of thunder, lightning. maybe not near the castle, not anywhere near, but still there, out there in the world.
Flying Free - Chapter 2
I heard a satisfying crack as he fell to the ground. i quickly rolled him over and felt for a pulse. he was still alive thankfully. i didn't come here to kill after all. i picked up his staff and turned back to the others in the clearing.
Matheau and Beijore:: Sneak Peek
Moment later, a crack of thunder pierced the night air before rolling off into the distance. rain fell down in thick sheets upon the kingdom of alexandria. but this was no ordinary kingdom.
A Song in the Winter
A single crack appeared in the ice covering her. * * * "the northern lands have been a place of peace for generations! you worry too much." while true, ayr couldn't help but be skeptical.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
The longer he took to crack it, the more he remembered the pain in his arms. he had lost count of how many times he had swung the hammer, but it was taking its toll on them. a string of blood was running for his shoulder.
The Dictators We Call Poets
Tyrants of paper, we crack the whip that is our quill upon words' backs. we command them to become beautiful, to show our pride.
A Dragon's Tale Genesis-Chapter 3-Tunnel Rats
The thunderous crack of a .308 rang out through the cavern. i watched as the bullet struck the man's face,he fell from his scaffolding,his rifle with him and landed out of sight. "press forward",i shouted.
Tribe Wars: Replanning.
There was a crack as the door frame splintered, and the door flew in with a bang. "move. now." reaper turned his flashlight on and went in. he swept around, but soon saw it was deserted. "clear."